GHOST VILLAGE

PART 89: IT TURNS OUT HE IS

It turns out that the person who made me have to hide behind the lush trees was Mr. Mat, my schoolboy.

"What will Mr. Mat do during the day in this place?" I asked in my mind.

Mr. Mat carried a large, black plastic bag in his left hand and a broomstick in his right. Pak Mat's eyes were momentarily fixed on the ground I had just dug and covered. From the look on his face, he seemed curious about it. However, for some reason then his eyes turned to the pile of trash that was on the other side.

[Srat sret srat sret]

Mr. Mat swept away all the trash scattered around the place. Collect it to one place, so that the garbage becomes mountainous and the surrounding area becomes cleaner. Mr. Mat also put a large crackle bag that he brought on the garbage pile.

"O, apparently the big black crackle bag contained the garbage he collected from all the trash cans in this school" I thought to myself.

I still continue to hide behind the grove of trees while observing the movements of Mr. Mat. My heart was pounding violently when Mr. Mat suddenly swept the area around this tree.

"Oh my God, what if I get caught by Mr Mat? I can be punished. Oh no, if if you were Mr Mat the perpetrator of the crime how? He could have killed me and buried my body in this place?" I thought in my heart with my lips shaking.

My eyes were staring at Mr. Mat who swept around the tree using a broomstick. Being behind the leaves of trees like this makes my body feel hot and difficult to breathe. But I have to adjust my breath so that it is not heard by Mr. Mat. However, for a long time I could not stand it if it had to be like this.

"Sir Mat. The chorus is gone, dong?" I said in my heart.

Instead of leaving, now Mr. Mat is getting closer to where I am hiding. Using his tongue broom, he wagged the outer leaves of this tree because of the many plastic and plastic bottles that hang on the leaves and shrubs. Fortunately I was climbing a little bit up so it was not caught because Mr. Mat just wagged the leaves at the bottom.

"Finally Mr. Mat away from the tree. Mr. Mat returned to tidying up the results of his work. After everything looks right, I think Mr. Mat will leave this place soon, it is not! He looked up at the tree and monologued.

"It looks like this tree is time to be cleaned. The leaves and leaves are too thick. If left this way, it could be occupied by a snake."

[Deg]

I who heard what he said must have been very confused and frightened. Maybe I was lucky that my existence was unknown to him. But, this time if Mr. Mat really wants to prune some leaves and sapalu on this tree, it is very impossible for me to hide from him.

Mr. Mat pointed his right hand back, it seemed like he was going to pick up a scythe from his back waist. I glared at what Mr. Mat was doing with his breathing increasingly hunting but I held back.

"I must be caught soon by Mr. Mat" I thought to myself.

"Where is the sickle I used to carry? What's left on the front page, huh?" mr. Mat's monologue sound while constantly fumbling around his back waist looking for the whereabouts of his flagship scythe. From the gesture I saw, it seems like Pak Mat's scythe was indeed left somewhere else. I also breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, Mr. Mat does not carry a scythe" I praised in my heart.

Just a few seconds later, I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly I heard a hiss coming from above me.

I automatically turned my head up and I saw a large enough green snake crawling from one of the trees towards me.

"Oh my God, there's a green snake. What am I supposed to do? If I stay here, the snake will attack me. But if I go down, Mr. Mat will know where I am" I said in my heart.

I was confused and terrified to see the poisonous snake slowly creeping down closer to me. I haven't been able to move from my position. I was confused as to what I should do. While down there, Mr. Mat still has not moved from this place.

"The switch is getting closer. I need to get downstairs to avoid it. I don't care anymore, Mr. Mat will know where I am. The important thing is that I survived this poisonous snake" I thought.

I was so confused by my situation at the time. I felt like I had no choice because the viper kept creeping so close to me.

In a few seconds, the venomous snake will be at a distance of one meter with me. I've prepared to go down and this tree will shake and be seen by Mr. Mat. But good luck is still on my side. I heard Mr. Mat monologue again.

"I'll take my scythe first," he said as he passed away. While the broomstick that he was carrying was just left at the place. Left leaning on the leaves of that tree.

"Thank God for your help" I cried in my heart.

So happy, I forgot one thing. The snake was already very close to my position. It was fortunate that I immediately descended onto the branch below, otherwise the snake would have already pecked at my hand. One by one I went down the tree from one branch to another, chasing the snake.

[Shelf]

Finally I was able to get out of the grove of trees even though I had to hit a broom belonging to Mr. Mat. When stepped on by me, automatically the position of the broomstick was no longer perched like before, but was thrown a few centimeters away from the tree. I intend to return the broomstick to its original place to avoid suspicion Mr. Mat. However, I did not do it because I saw a green snake suddenly appear from behind the grove of trees.

"Astagfirullah!!!" my peek.

Fortunately Mr. Mat was no longer around the place, so he could not hear my voice just now. I immediately left the room to the back of the class. But just as I stepped up, I heard the moaning of the girls behind me. I also reflexively looked. Right back there, right behind the bathroom. I saw Dari with her disheveled hair frowning on the ground and looking sharply at me. When I was shocked to see it, I ran away from the place. Friends must be waiting for information from me.

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